Lost Creek Hollow but call me home.

I'm gonna slap an ending on this since it's been a while! :)

The girl shared her name and Harlyn shared another smile.  She was a quiet one, sweet and young and expressive even in her meekness.  She asked next if the pack had room for her, and though the druid had already made up her mind, it was Luke who blurted out a response even before she could say the same.  She gave him a bemused smirk before turning back to Quill.

"We do," Harlyn confirmed with a soft smile and a wag of her tail, "And you are more than welcome to join us.  As he said already, I'm Harlyn, this is Luke, and this is Andalusia.  I lead this pack alongside my paramour, Mordecai,"  She gestured to her packmates as she introduced/re-introduced them, briefly wondering at how Luke would tease her over referring to Mordecai as her "paramour".  "Welcome to Lost Creek Hollow," she said finally in a manner reminiscent of John Hammond introducing Jurassic Park, returning her sight to rest upon Quill.

The girl seemed grateful, and after a few moments of wolfish getting-to-know-you sniffs and nudges, the trio set off to hunt in celebration of their new home.